19. Benji
BENJI
THE WINNING TEAM
It was the most ordinary thing: I pulled into the drive-thru, and Sam leaned over me a little to get a better look at the menu.
He suggested a pizza with mushrooms; I ordered it.
The box barely fit through the window, but after some fumbling and careful twisting, it ended up on Sam’s lap, where it stayed for the whole ride, infusing the car with a garlic aroma that made my mouth water.
He told me about his day with Mosquito-Net-Luis (a nickname I hadn’t heard before but that fit) and how warm the pizza box felt against his legs; I shared how I was pretty happy to work alone today, thanks to being late, so I could think about everything.
It was the best ride I've ever had in that car.
Maybe I should’ve still felt more guilty for enjoying this after what I did.
But Sam made it very hard. Sitting there, still side by side, talking about our days, trying to hide the excitement of spending another evening together, just the two of us, and his smiles, laughs, and his sheer presence made me accept that the most decent thing I could do now was to let the present go untainted by the past. My intentions for the prank no longer mattered; only the outcome did.
He didn’t get injured. We kept our jobs.
And we found something no one could’ve fathomed.
Sometimes mistakes can turn into the most beautiful thing in the world. And this felt like one of them.
When we arrived at his place, I insisted on carrying his bike up the stairs. He didn’t protest. Instead, he led the way up the metal staircase, unlocked the door, let me step in first, then slipped past me and set the pizza on his kitchen table.
The moment both our hands were free, he wrapped his arms around me.
“Sorry,” he said, his palms pressing into my back as if he were trying to fuse our bodies. “It just felt like you might need a hug for a change.”
I bent back a little. The way his warmth slung around me was too novel. Hugs usually don’t happen for me out of nowhere—especially not ‘ just because .’
“Losing all restraints, huh?” I teased him.
“This hardly counts as losing all restraints,” he shot back, not budging.
His elbows cinched my sides, and his chin dug hard into my right shoulder, as if he feared I wouldn’t feel it unless he put all his strength into it.
Despite his arms being relatively thin, like his whole stature, his touch was confident and determined, almost bold, ready to take action and responsibility—it was manly, in the best possible way.
I breathed in, filling up until the air reached parts of my lungs that probably hadn’t been used in years.
As I breathed out, my muscles let go, my shoulders easing down as if they had finally made peace with this life.
I set my hands on his back and let my head tip forward, my cheek resting on his hair.
“You’re right. I needed this.” I said and started to move my hands up and down his back.
As if that spurred him on, Sam did the same. His hands slid dangerously close to my bum, only to turn back just before they would touch it.
“I have to admit,” he said after a minute of feeding me his warmth, “that if we keep doing this, I might lose some restraints.”
“Is that so?”
“I mean, we earned ourselves a little break, right?”
“A break, huh?”
“You know... He pushed his palms into my flanks, drawing our hips closer together. “It’s not like the pizza would run away. So, we could lose some ...” He shook his head and pressed it into my chest, trying to hide his red cheeks that I had already spotted.
“Did you just suggest fooling around?” I chuckled, not exactly opposed.
“Yes?”
“And yet you are embarrassed by it?”
He gulped, then peeled his head off my chest and looked up, blushing. “Yes.”
Seeing him like this made my heart sting in a good way. He was cute— something I could not have admitted so easily only two days ago.
I leaned down, hovered my lips above his, and slid my hands down his back. Just like him a minute ago, I paused right before his butt, smirked at him, but then, with a feigned urgency, grabbed his ass and pulled him closer.
Sam gasped, his head snapping back like it truly surprised him. “What is that going to be?”
“Restraints?” I reminded him, leaving my hands where they had landed, but not moving them.
“If that’s the case...” He smirked, then leaned into me and, as if my hand on his butt had killed any hesitations, pushed me against the doorframe, his mouth landing on mine.
He parted his lips, his tongue barging in like he owned the place—not that I minded.
His sudden taking the lead made my breath race, my heart thump, and my dick throb more than it should.
He brushed his hands over my chest, down to my belly, and under my shirt.
As his fingers trailed toward my neck, the fabric snagged at his wrist, dragging it up, revealing my stomach and chest. His knee slid between my legs, lifting until it pressed gently against my bulge as if marking his next goal.
I couldn’t hold back a moan.
His left hand dropped to my dick, cupping my bulge firmly.
He pulled his lips from mine and let them wander to my neck, kissing every inch like it was his turn to explore.
And as if a switch flipped inside of him, he moved fast. One second, he kissed my neck; the next, he pulled my shirt over my head.
I arched my shoulders into the door as his mouth trailed from my neck to my nipples across my pecs and down to my stomach, until he knelt in front of me, fumbling with my belt.
I rushed to help, but he had already unbuttoned me, and before I could even do anything, he’d unzipped my jeans, his eyes fixed on the prize.
My boxers were pitching a tent that could’ve housed Sam, me, and Sam again.
He stared at it, his fingers hovering at the waistband, stalling for a second, before they slipped beneath and.
.. paused again. He brushed his nose along the outline of my dick, then his whole face. He inhaled, moaning as he savored it.
I laid my right hand on his hair. He blinked his eyes open again, meeting mine. I smiled in a way I hoped was encouraging. So did he.
“Can I?” he asked.
“Whatever you want to do.”
My fingers slid down over his ear to his chin.
He leaned into it, resting his head on my palm for a beat, before his eyes set on my boxers again.
He eased them down, revealing the little black trail of hair first. Carefully, he moved the fabric over my tip and down my shaft until even my balls were free.
Sam licked his lips, gave me the quickest glance—so brief he couldn’t have seen my face—and opened his mouth.
His lips wrapped around my glans, taking half of it in at first, retreating as if he hadn’t done it right, then pushing forward, taking my whole glans and about half of my shaft into his mouth, until I poked at the back of his throat.
I sucked in some air as the warm, wet sensation of his mouth around my dick made me shed a few restraints, a primal moan breaking loose before I could stop it.
My hips drew back on instinct, my hands steadied his head—almost as if my body wanted to escape, though I couldn’t have wanted anything less.
Not that Sam would’ve let me stop him anyway.
He kept his mouth on my dick as I backed up, following until my hips met the door.
My chest buckled over his head, his hair tingling against my stomach. He rushed his palms up and down my thighs as his head bobbed back and forth.
I’ve gotten a blowjob before. Once. For five minutes in the back of my car. It was good, but not as good as everyone always says. I didn’t even cum. Still, I walked away feeling like a real man, like it had been some weird initiation ritual.
But this?
This was like a billion dollars in the bank. Better. I never wanted him to stop. He could suck me whenever, wherever, as often as he wanted. I would say yes, even if I knew it would kill me.
I tipped my head back and accidentally slammed it into the doorframe. I couldn’t have cared less. His tongue seemed to be everywhere, and the longer he sucked me, the more of my shaft he could take.
Soft moans slipped past his tongue every so often, little messengers of his enjoyment that made me wonder if we should switch places.
Last time, his scent engulfed me so much I could barely do more than breathe it in.
But the way he slipped into an almost hypnotic state as he sucked me?
I wanted that too. I also wanted to cum, sure, but if he kept going, it wouldn’t take me more than a minute, and then it would already be over, when we had barely even started.
I leaned down, rushing my head toward his, which alone was enough for him to stop sucking.
He glanced up, his eyes wide open as if he feared being reprimanded.
Instead, I rewarded him with a kiss. A salty taste now lingered on his lips that hadn’t been there earlier, making me want to lick him everywhere even more.
Still kissing him, I crouched to his height. He scooted back a little so I wouldn’t be wedged between him and the door, but he lost his balance and landed on his ass, our lips clinging to each other enough to pull me with him. I fell on top of him, with my dick getting caught between his legs.
The chuckle that slipped out of me ended up right in his mouth. We paused for a second. I freed my dick before I would leak precum all over his pants. He pushed himself onto his elbows to get a look at what I was doing.
“Do you want to move to the bed?” he asked.
“Hell no,” I said, pressing into his chest so he’d lie back. Moving to the bed would waste precious seconds I could use to explore his body. So that was out of the question.
He huffed when his back hit the floor, but as I pressed into his bulge, it turned into a moan. I shoved his shirt up, exposing his belly, and pressed three kisses to his skin before moving lower.